I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 898 Mi Bayue is Unconventional
Under the matching rules of the Dao Proving Conference, the strength of geniuses is immediately apparent. Most opponents on the Dao Proving Platform are of similar age, and those who can overwhelmingly defeat their opponents, leaving them no chance to voluntarily admit defeat and leave, and who can kill them on the Dao Proving Platform, are a minority.

Spirit masters from Eternal Dreamland value hospitality and the moral order of power. Unless the opponent uses excessive means first, they will almost never intentionally take the opponent's life. Most of the time, they will beat the opponent unconscious, and after the Proving Platform determines that the opponent is powerless to fight back, they will throw the opponent out of the Proving Platform.

This doesn't mean their battles weren't exciting or intense. On the contrary, the audience outside was most focused on the Night Wanderers' proving platform. Firstly, the Night Wanderers' attire was highly recognizable, and secondly, almost all of them were young geniuses who cultivated several paths simultaneously, and the monsters they contracted with had all undergone mutations. This time, being able to witness them fight in person was more direct than any previous viewing from intelligence or shadow stones.

As spectators, the two spiritual masters watched the Night Wanderers' battle on the Dao Proving Platform with a mixture of amazement and envy. They simply couldn't lie and say that the Night Wanderers were all incredibly well-coordinated with the Qi Gui, as if they were immune to the backlash from the Qi Gui. They were also skilled in using magic, breaking the tradition of Lingzhou requiring one to specialize in a single path.

There were rumors that Eternal Dreamland possessed secret techniques far superior to those of Spirit State. Seeing these young spiritual masters shining brightly on the Dao Proving Platform, even Yang spiritual masters who were prejudiced against Yin veins couldn't help but feel envious and yearned to become disciples of Eternal Dreamland.

Of course, this longing was something they dared not voice.

The battle on the platform was in full swing, but the atmosphere in the audience area outside was strangely quiet. Even the occasional conversations were very quiet, and once they realized that no one else was talking, they were covered by a soundproof barrier.

In this atmosphere, the activities of those ghost stories become particularly noticeable.

First came the chubby little guy selling snacks from his cart, then a few more weasel ghosts appeared, wearing lantern pants and vests and pulling small carts. The weasel ghosts' products were better packaged and cheaper than the chubby little guy's. This was discovered by a disciple from the Du'e Academy after buying both ghosts' products. "The chubby little guy is indeed cunning!"

The disciple was both amused and exasperated, muttering curses at the chubby boy under his breath.

The female disciple next to him agreed, "That's right, Senior Brother Gou's 'Your Excellency is Polite, Kind and Honest' is still the best. I feel like 'Your Excellency' is the one who should be in charge of selling snacks. Is Little Fatty doing some fake dormitory management thing, using 'Your Excellency' as a cover for personal gain?"

"!" The disciples of the Du'e Academy around them were awakened.

Although there's no evidence, it just makes a lot of sense; it's definitely something Little Fatty would do.

"The market is open! The market is open!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it had a special ability to spread, allowing everyone present to hear it and see the golden pillars of light that lit up in several places.

The power of the rules of the strange tales spread throughout the sermon, and papers with translucent spiritual wings fell into everyone's hands.

Once they received the strange betting tickets, they naturally heard how to use them, allowing them to choose which genius fighters from the Prophecy Society they supported, betting on how many matches they could last, the number of people they could defeat, and so on. Various game modes had various odds.

The locals of the mortal continent and those from the Yin lineage of Lingzhou were already used to the various shady practices of Yongmeng Township, and they readily accepted the opening of this Dao Proving Conference, participating enthusiastically.

Perhaps anywhere, gambling-related activities particularly stir people's emotions. The originally strange and oppressive atmosphere of the audience was stirred up, and arrogant words such as "support a certain Yin Spirit Master genius" and "he will definitely win ten consecutive victories against Yang Spirit Masters" kept coming from the Yin Meridian area, provoking the nerves of the Yang Spirit Masters.

Not to be outdone, more and more people took out their savings to bet on familiar Yang Meridian geniuses.

Lin Lanlan: "Junior Brother Wu will definitely win!"

Her soul linked to the gambling ticket, and with a thought, her bet appeared on the ticket, then flew out as if it had appeared.

A thought flashed through Lin Lanlan's mind: What if we need to add something else?

Little did she know that the ghost stories seemed to sense her thoughts; the idea vanished in an instant, and another blank betting ticket flew over.

“…Hmm.” Lin Lanlan hesitated for a moment. It wasn’t that she wanted to play, but the ghost stories of Eternal Dreamland were too unreserved.

He accepted the betting slip with his hand, his expression more straightforward than his heart.

But who should we bet on this time?

Lin Lanlan's gaze swept across each of the platforms, seeing more and more Night Wanderers. Suddenly, she noticed a problem: Mi Bayue hadn't gone up to the platform? Did she not plan to participate?
The betting slip in his hand trembled, and a new betting pool appeared on it—when will Mi Bayue enter the game?
The selection of this time is accurate down to the second.

Lin Lanlan immediately understood that Mi Bayue would participate in this sermon, but even her time on stage was spent in the gambling pool. Was it a coincidence, or a design by Eternal Dreamland?

Lin Lanlan felt strange and muttered to herself that Yongmengxiang was unscrupulous and Mi Bayue was unscrupulous. They were both Heavenly Venerables, and possibly even rebuilt thrones... Wouldn't going up there be bullying others? And they were using that to earn spirit crystals! Because Mi Bayue had only been in the mortal world for a short time, and each advancement was under the spotlight, even though she was already a Heavenly Venerable and there were rumors of her rebuilding her throne, most people's perception of her was far from that of those who had long held power and were high above others. When they thought of her, they subconsciously regarded her as a peer, and then naturally started to tease her.

The disappearance of the new gambling ticket in Lin Lanlan's hand meant that she had already placed her bet.

I looked up...

"Ah!" Lin Lanlan exclaimed.

A fellow disciple asked, "Senior sister, what's wrong?"

Lin Lanlan pointed to the platform, "Mi... cough! Bookworm Hou is coming up!"

Upon hearing this, her fellow disciple was startled and quickly looked up. Before she could even utter a sigh, a cacophony of exclamations and commotion erupted all around.

These exclamations came not only from the Yin Meridian but also from the Yang Meridian, demonstrating just how influential Mi Bayue was. Even though the Yang Meridian often verbally belittled Mi Bayue and the Night Wanderer, and even harbored resentment in their hearts, their instinctive reactions couldn't lie.

Not to mention them, even the top kings changed their expressions after Mi Bayue made some moves.

Xing Qian and Jin Kun exchanged glances, silently confirming something.

As always, the Rhinoceros Throne remained absent-minded, not participating in anything.

After glancing at Xing Qian and the others, the Heavenly Throne gave Su Yaoguang a knowing look.

Su Yaoguang frowned and then relaxed, letting out a silent sigh.

Shang Zhongsheng withdrew his gaze and whispered to Du Shiru, "They seem to have a backup plan. Even when they attacked together, they couldn't defeat Mi Feixue. Do they think that one of the younger generation can kill Mi Bayue on the Dao Proving Platform? Putting aside the impossibility, even if they did succeed, aren't they afraid that Mi Feixue will go crazy?"

After Shang Zhongsheng finished speaking, he waited for Du Shiru to express his opinion, but Du Shiru didn't even give him a glance, let alone respond.

Shang Zhongsheng suddenly felt bored. All these thrones were silent and taciturn, not as talkative as Xing Qian.

Should we leave a shadow here while the real body communicates with the people below?

Thinking of this, Shang Zhongsheng's gaze fell on the bustling audience area.

Hmm? That is?

He noticed several strange-looking creatures in the audience area.

When he looked at the strange creatures, some of them turned their heads and 'stared' at him. Although the creatures clearly had no eyes, Shang Zhongsheng had a strange feeling that they were rolling their eyes at him and looking down on him.

……

[...a few ghost kings...and...they were so frightened they didn't dare move...]
[Humans...that's all they're capable of...]
Why didn't the Night Wanderer just invade the mortal world and kill them all...?
[…Didn't Ye You say that the world is already under our control? It's more convenient this way than to wipe them all out.]
[This is still not convenient enough for getting in and out... let's open the passage completely...]
[If you're so capable, go find out what the requirements are for nighttime tours.]
[......]
The monster that claimed it wanted to fully develop the underground passages was suddenly ambushed and had its head blown off by another one.

The other strange creatures all turned to stare at the sneak attack.

The divine thoughts of an immortal god, clad in the shell of a low-level monster.

[It was His restlessness that caused the Demon King to lose control, almost ruining the nighttime tour plan and making the Yang God a laughingstock.]
The other spirits disguised as monsters shared the same sentiment and felt no sympathy for their colleague who had been shot in the head.

That was the right move!